dyehardredhead

or at least I wish I was ^

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Dissociative writing by dyehardredhead, literature

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Dissociative writing

What was wrong with you and I was your selfishness and callous childishness and I can't take anymore because it hurts me when you give nothing back you selfish prick. Go away, go away, fuck you, FUCK YOU. Please dont die in the military, I don't know if I can live with you to hate and blame. I won't need to see tomorrow if you wont. When you touch me it used to mean something more now it's just something you do and she doesn't like it anymore it feels dirty she doesn't want it she wants happiness like she had when you didn't matter before all of the things happened between us you're hurting me I screamed and cried over you how can

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Sept 19 Commitments by shutupandsmilestupid, literature

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Sept 19 Commitments

I hate making commitments. I love to procrastinate. Put together those two things, and stuff gets out of control in a big way really quickly. "No," "ne," "iie" all mean the same thing. Refusal, rejection, that awful and beautiful word, "no." I don't use it enough. Advanced classes? Bring it on. 24 hours of cheer a week? No sweat. Dinner and a movie? Why not, I barely know you but you seem alright. Under the smile sits and unstable frame, fractured and cracking, weld-marks where the scars could show. Too much work, too much obligation, too much awkward leaves everyone empty at the end of the day. "You're so..." smart, pretty, athletic, in-shap

The Death of Happiness by fanatically-uberfied, literature

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The Death of Happiness

I never wanted to die on any other occasion more than when my dog died. I sound shallow don't I? I sound like I've never experienced anything, right? Wrong. My dog was one of the last and biggest embodiments of happiness, and he died. Let me give you some context. The first funeral I ever attended was when I was four. It was the funeral of my great uncle Vernon. Not two years later his wife, my great aunt Margaret, died. Even though I was very young, they were two of the most important people in my life. To me, they were happiness. And they were gone. The next funeral I went to was for my great uncle Murray. He too was happiness to me. I was

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Jan 5
United States
Deviant for 14 years
She / Her

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I dont want to tell deviantART about me cause right now deviantART is ticking me off

Current Residence: Buckingham Palace
Favourite genre of music: rock
Favourite photographer: Griffin Harrington
Favourite style of art: Art Noveau (sp?)
MP3 player of choice: well I don't have much experience but I guess I'd say Ativa
Shell of choice: ?? Conch shell??
Favourite cartoon character: Jessica Rabbit
Personal Quote: what's love without hate? a fakking waste, that's what.

Favourite Movies

currently it's gangs of new york

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Panic at the disco, green day, tchaikovsky, queen

Favourite Writers

Upton Sinclair

Favourite Games

Oregon trail 5

Favourite Gaming Platform

X-box original

Tools of the Trade

Pencil! and ebony pencil

Other Interests

Cheerleading, GOOD literature

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dyehardredhead

Jul 7, 2011

Long time no see

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DAYUM it's been a while since I wrote a journal ... ... ... Sowwy? <3

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dyehardredhead

Apr 18, 2010

FML

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Fuck it. I've decided to stop trying to get un-sick because apparently that's NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN. It's like a seesaw, one part of me will go up but everything else just goes down, gets worse. I'm tired of it. Supposedly I will have blood test results by tuesday or wednesday so at least I'll know WHAT's trying to kill me from the inside out. I know. I have an alien in my tummy. that's it.

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dyehardredhead

Apr 9, 2010

Poem

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Oh say can you see In the dawns early light, bodies of children, killed in the fight? All American heroes, boys just barely men. How can you abide this, don't you fear for your friends? and now I'm stuck....no idea what to do next feedback?